As the two were about to converge in the air, Jin Ming suddenly felt a trace of unease in his heart.
He hurriedly steadied his mind and suppressed the anomaly in front of him.
"Just a mere cultivator at the Spirit Pill realm, am I really afraid?!" Jin Ming thought this to himself, cheering himself up in his heart.
With quick hands, he grasped the Tianyan Ancient Sword held by Lin Chen.
The ancient sword emitted a cold light, penetrating through the light screen and into Jin Ming's palm. It was a bone-chilling coldness that made Jin Ming feel a sudden cold throughout his body, unable to resist shivering.
And thus, the ancient sword in Lin Chen's hand was halted, the longsword clamped tightly, unable to move a bit.
This let Jin Ming's mind relax considerably. Immediately, his intentions shifted, and the twin blades that were positioned behind Lin Chen swept towards his back at an abrupt change of thought!
The angle of the attack was extremely cunning.
"Explode!"
